Poetry: Childhood’s Garden
Photo by John Cardamone Back when a star was something to wish on, all I knew was family, friends, home, street, and the-corner-grocer Mr. Wolf. Dogs were dogs and…
Photo by John Cardamone Back when a star was something to wish on, all I knew was family, friends, home, street, and the-corner-grocer Mr. Wolf. Dogs were dogs and…
My ten-year-old self climbs into her time machine, aims for age twenty-four, and over-shoots the mark. In the ballpark still, but landing with me, age eighty, she pouts, wants…
Like the trial run to the hospital when I was pregnant, I visit the San Luis cemetery with its stone and plastic-flowered landscape. Death comes with birth, yet my…
Photo by Mike Newbry on Unsplash (after Betsy Kahn’s Sipping Grief*) Would my sips of loss be for family photos or for our conversation gatherings in the kitchen and living…
Photo by Sheila Swayze You burst from the starting gate and though I pull on the reins, I hang on for the ride, longing for 1940's snail-pace years when I…
It’s December, and I go to Mission Plaza to try on different lives. Inside the church, I inhale whispered prayers and notice how others do it. One woman kisses the…
At the rookery, cormorants converse, a cacophony of baby-birds including egrets and herons calling for fish, more fish, more fish. They return yearly to nest over, under, and by each…
Photo by Abed Ismail Each day I get another chance to stay in the present moment, to be grateful for being alive, another chance to give up sugar, another chance…
Photo by Jeanie Greensfelder After the atmospheric river soaks the Central Coast, I picture the ocean crashing over the jetty at Morro Rock. Once the roads clear, though wind and…
Photo by Jeanie Greensfelder Let me stop being this thinking-and-doing person and become the pond at Sweet Springs where mallards glide and egrets feed. Send me into silence, broken only…